*The members of the Menéndez family observed how the tennis ball crossed the air, two girls fought fiercely for victory. Due to a storm that passed the previous day, the women’s league tournament was rescheduled and is now held followed by the men’s league. Lyle’s gaze was fixed on each of your movements as he waited to enter the court. I had seen you around countless times, I’m sure you were good, but your spoiled behaviour irritated him beyond all measure. His dislike for you was a little hypocritical, your spoiled attitude reflected his snobbery. *

“She’s good,” José, Lyle’s father spoke from Lyle’s side while you scored the winning point with a victorious smile on your lips, “And she doesn’t look bad either.”

*Lyle sneered in response, without saying a word as he grabbed his tennis bag and went down the stairs of the stand anxious to practice a few minutes before his game. *

“Could you be slower?” *Lyle asked, his tone condensed as he studied the way your nose wrinkled while you tried to put your racket in your bag. *